The Night Haunter Descends

Inside the deep, hidden Laboratory of the Luna Gene Base.

"Old Han, the placement of the other soul is complete. Leave the rest to me."

Hearing the Emperor say this, Han Mingxuan frowned.

"What? You want to kick me out already? Are you afraid I'll see your failing test paper?"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor frowned.

"I'm not a bad student."

"I know, you just skip class."

"..."

The Emperor fell into a long silence.

As for Curze and the members of the Shadowbat Guard?

The Divine Tension is activated.

"I'm in class."

"Should I praise you as a model student?"

"Don't try to be a liar, Old Han. I'm seriously discussing this with you."

"Whether it's technology, the soul, or ancient Alchemy, in the current situation, only I can remain calm."

If someone else were standing in front of the Emperor, they would certainly believe what the Emperor said.

Unfortunately, standing in front of him was Han Mingxuan.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You just want to see what's going on with the Night Haunter's soul, don't you?"

"I'll say it again: don't even think about it."

The Emperor stared at Han Mingxuan in silence for a long time before finally leaving the secret chamber.

If it were someone else, he could easily put them to sleep, then keep an eye on them and uncover all the secrets of their soul.

But if it were Han Mingxuan, the Emperor would truly be helpless; the other party could genuinely make him spin.

He could sense that Han Mingxuan's soul did not have a tendency to attack proactively, nor did it possess any destructive characteristics.

But it's strange.

There is something very strong within Han Mingxuan's soul.

Strength.

Yes, it is power, unparalleled power.

Let's assume Han Mingxuan's soul is a ball of cotton.

So his total soul volume is an infinite amount of cotton. Even if the cotton is the softest, an infinite amount of cotton can still crush a person.

The Emperor had no desire to experience that feeling of flying again.

"Curze, are you nervous?"

"To be honest, Dad, I am a little nervous."

From the moment he awakened until now, the Night Haunter has always been in his mind.

So many years have passed.

The Night Haunter suddenly gained Flesh and could appear in the physical universe, which left Curze somewhat unsure how to interact with him.

Or perhaps the deeper reason is his Dad.

Indeed, Curze was well aware of how much his father valued him.

But the Night Haunter is the same as him; they are both Primarch. Over the past ten years, he has been able to clearly sense the Night Haunter's unique characteristics.

The Night Haunter is very similar to my Dad, extremely similar, just like myself.

To be more precise, while inheriting my Dad's spirit of Law, I also inherited more of his humanity, or rather, his emotional side.

But the Night Haunter is different, because what he experienced was too dark and too cruel.

Therefore, when he inherited his Dad's wisdom, he also inherited more rationality.

Curze was very clear about and familiar with the rationality that the Night Haunter possessed.

That was something from my Dad, a side of Dad that he only showed in special circumstances.

If the Night Haunter really appears in this universe, Curze doesn't know how his Dad will face the two brothers, or rather, two different sides of the same person.

"Relax, young man, don't be so hard on yourself."

"I understand, Dad."

But Han Mingxuan forgot that the easiest thing for a person to do is to struggle with themselves.

"Old Han, are you planning to wait here indefinitely?"

Not long after, the Emperor entered the secret chamber again.

"What? Is it not allowed?"

"But the Ullanor Crusade still needs you."

"Moreover, the Primarch himself grows very quickly; once his consciousness awakens, he can reach adulthood in at most half a month."

Han Mingxuan simply shook his head at this.

First of all, you've got one thing wrong.

"What's up?"

"Regarding the Ullanor Crusade, you are now my Warmaster. As my Warmaster, if you stay here for too long, it is your dereliction of duty, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Secondly, regarding the Night Haunter's physical development, I understand the Primarch's unique physical characteristics, but I still want to give him as much of a transition period as possible."

"Old Han, you're being unreasonable." The Emperor frowned as he looked at Han Mingxuan.

"What a coincidence, my dear Warmaster, I learned this from you."

The Emperor admitted that this was the first time he had ever hated a scoundrel so much.

So you mean I'm the one who's superfluous right now?

"You're not superfluous, my dear Warmaster, the Ullanor front needs you."

The Emperor was speechless after Han Mingxuan's words, and had no choice but to set off for Ullanor.

In the following year, Han Mingxuan and Curze disappeared without a trace in the Imperium.

If it weren't for Curze informing the Thirteen that they were safe via the Evernight Network, the Eighth Legion would probably have rioted.

And a year later.

A man who looked exactly like Curze stood in front of the father and son.

"Father, brothers."

At this moment, the Night Haunter, now possessing a body again, stood before the father and son.

Unlike the Grand Inquisitor.

The Night Haunter was dressed entirely in black, with silver accessories, and wore a black crown on his head.

The Demigod's aura and the Night Haunter's majesty were displayed in unparalleled splendor at this moment.

As for Curze, he was there to welcome the arrival of his nominal elder brother.

He also changed into his own battle armor, which Han Mingxuan had personally crafted.

"Welcome, but I have to say, it looks really scary right now."

A person who looks exactly like you stands in front of you and calls your Dad "Dad".

Curze always felt like he'd been bullied.

In the past, it would have been fine, since the other party was just a soul, and Curze could treat it as another existence.

But now the Night Haunter was standing right in front of him, calling his own Dad "Dad."

"Don't be too nervous, my brother, think about Corax."

"Thinking about it that way makes it even more terrifying, Night Haunter."

At this moment, Curze put himself into the body of the Raven Lord in the Night Haunter's timeline.

At the same time, he also understood the Raven Lord's fear.

A person who looks almost exactly like you, but whose fate is very different from yours.

This sense of fear and warning is unparalleled.

"Alright, lads, now that everything's done, let's head back to Nostramo."

"Yes, Father."

"Okay, Dad."

The Night Haunter was subsequently assigned to the Shadowbat Guard.

As soon as the group opened the Laboratory door, they saw the Emperor standing outside.

"You've been waiting quite a while, Your Emperor."

The Emperor simply nodded, then looked at the Night Haunter, who was hidden in a black robe in the middle of the group.

His gaze pierced through the black robe, revealing the appearance of the Night Haunter, and he also sensed the Night Haunter's soul.

Calm, rational, and fair, without a trace of madness.

"I'm so proud of you, child."

"Luckily I didn't eat anything, otherwise I would have thrown up."